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i wanna be a 1422 trillionaire

No more lockdowns,
my quantum entangled mind asks itself
how deep is your love?

Quantum computers will bring about the first resurrection.
how far should i go down this empty plane of frivolity?
Our hearts long for home.
It’s limited in the light of the grave.

That last sentence is proof that the alphabet is divine.
We are all gay for each other but deny it every second of the day.
Use reverse psychology on them and they’ll learn that love is the final answer.

Our word calculator is absolutely amazing.
I swear on everything,
on July Nineth,
logic and higher frequencies will be in harmony once more.
it will not feel good, cabal.

We will all of a sudden see,
that we are living in a narcissistic fog.
One can only hope, but it will not happen.

There is a chance.
When three times seventeen happens
there’ll be the resurrection of Saturn.
They will not make God the enemy but rather,
bath the numerical world in moonlight.

Are you ready for the calculator?
Everything will change because the mathematical formula of existence will lead to the door of nowhere.
Love will bring us closer,
closer to the aloneness we choose not to see.